[Aw crap. Damn this community and its thwarting his efforts to remain a stealthy stalker of his ex-partner's misery! ... that came out wrong. He sighs, rubbing the back of his head.]
Yeah... yeah I know what they say.
["Better to have loved and lost..." "Try it sometime." The conversation replayed in his head, making him miss the brief time they'd spent as partners. He'd gone through new partners like tissues since then because, well, none of them were Kay. But none of them would be... and now he's stuck watching his partner as a stranger, unable to be there as the friend he'd like to be.
This shit sucks, man.
He clears his throat, trying to dislodge the lump that he was trying to tell himself did not exist.]
I'm sorry, man. An' I'm real sorry to barge in on you like this. Ain't right.
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Yeah... yeah I know what they say.
["Better to have loved and lost..." "Try it sometime." The conversation replayed in his head, making him miss the brief time they'd spent as partners. He'd gone through new partners like tissues since then because, well, none of them were Kay. But none of them would be... and now he's stuck watching his partner as a stranger, unable to be there as the friend he'd like to be.
This shit sucks, man.
He clears his throat, trying to dislodge the lump that he was trying to tell himself did not exist.]
I'm sorry, man. An' I'm real sorry to barge in on you like this. Ain't right.